The air is still: Yet a thousand souls levitate erraticaly in an artmosphere charged with melancholy.
Dreams and aspirations concealed to the ground without being exhausted, Great minds layed to waste only to enrich the 'soil' with our knoweledge and secrets so that one day she can device a means to vanquish us all..
Nice one....Final place...10 Such are the imaginations And are warned in many of religious books We simply follow the religious dictates Our behavior is simply based on such things
Hmmm... It has often been said that: The wealthies place on earth is the graveyard. Cos they're some folks that weren't purposed while living on the earth who took their purpose to fertilize the earth. Grave is the place that sings not to the soul, nor cobble the sole but make life grows. Grave crave to cave many souls but life break his jaw often, yet, he wins often.
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Dreams and aspirations concealed to the ground without being exhausted.....10+++ poem